The Buckle Bunnies Series Boxed Set (Volume 1)

by Tyler, Paige

  She was beyond questioning why his tightly clenched fingers in her hair turned her on so much, or why she felt almost euphoric as the head of his cock nudged down her throat. All she knew was that she loved it.

  Sawyer suddenly pulled all the way out of her mouth. She instinctively took a big gulp of air, about to demand he give her his cock again when he shoved that perfect shaft deep in her throat. That show of dominance was all it took to push her over the edge. Her pussy spasmed around Beau's fingers in one of the very few non-clitoral orgasms she'd had in her life.

  She bounced up and down on those fingers wildly, moaning like crazy and mentally begging for Sawyer to shoot his cum down her throat.

  Beau's finger plunging in and out of her ass drew her orgasm out longer than she thought possible. Or maybe it was just the unfamiliar pleasure of being serviced by two men at once. Regardless, she came harder than she normally would have considering she'd already come once tonight during Sawyer's oral demonstration.

  Just when she started to get dizzy from it, both men stopped.

  Sawyer slid from her mouth without leaving her hoped-for present, and Beau slowed the movement of his fingers before gently pulling out of both of her very happy orifices.

  Daisy groaned in disappointment. If her body could have survived it, she would have happily let them stay exactly where they'd been forever. But since they couldn’t, she closed her eyes and went all noodle on Beau's lap. His lap would make a really nice place for a nap.

  But a pop on the ass snapped her out of that.

  “No time for sleeping, cowgirl,” he reprimanded her. “The night's young and we've just gotten started with this private rodeo.”

  She pushed herself off his lap and dropped her feet to the floor, then stretched her arms over her head with a groan. She was so gooey after all the finger fucking that her pussy actually felt squishy.

  Sawyer’s mouth curved into a smile. “Damn, that is one well-warmed ass.”

  Daisy looked over her shoulder, trying to get a good look at her butt. When she couldn’t, she hurried into the bathroom. Being careful not to slip on the wet floor—yikes, they’d made one hell of a mess—she turned so she could get a good look at herself in the two bathroom mirrors.

  Freaking galloping gophers. Her ass wasn't just red—it was crimson! Her derriere was glowing all the way from the top of cheeks to the top of her thighs, from one hip to the other.

  Catching her bottom lip in her teeth, she hesitantly reached down and cupped her right butt cheek. Her scarlet skin tingled where she touched it. Hot, too.

  It shouldn’t be possible for her ass to be this dang red and feel this dang good.

  She was so entranced by the glow coming off her ass she barely noticed the men had joined her in the bathroom until Sawyer reached down to rest his hand beside hers on her cheek.

  “Your ass is so hot,” he whispered.

  His touch was like little streaks of lightening, and so different than her own. She took a breath and held it, watching his fingers move back and forth across her bottom in the mirror. She was mesmerized by the lines even the light touch of his fingertips left.

  Then Beau was there on her other side, kissing her neck and whispering to her. “What did you think of your first spanking?”

  She opened her mouth to answer, but couldn't seem to find the right words. So, she did the next best thing—she turned and pulled his mouth down to hers for a kiss she hoped told him everything she wanted to say.

  Their tongues tangled and danced for a time, and she dug her fingers in his hair to extend the contact. When he finally lifted his head, the words she’d been looking for earlier found their way to her lips.

  “What did I think of my first spanking?” She smiled. “That I can't wait for my second one.”

  That earned her chuckles from both men, and she pulled Sawyer into her arms for a thank you kiss of his own. The way he’d treated her mouth had been a novel experience for her, and was at least partially responsible for the wonderful orgasm she'd had.

  Instead of weaving her fingers in his hair, she dropped both hands down to cup his balls and stroke his cock. He was still rock hard—and still wet with her saliva and his essence. It only reminded her she hadn't been able to make him come.

  She pulled back and frowned up at him. “I'm sorry I couldn't get you off. I really wanted to.”

  Sawyer grinned. Beside him, Beau chuckled softly. “Oh, believe me, I know you wanted me to come. But like Beau said, this rodeo’s just getting started.”

  Her frown deepened. “You held back on purpose?”

  He nodded. “You made it damn tough, too. I about lost it three or four times. You have an amazing mouth.”

  She blushed. “I guess I should take that as a compliment.”

  “You should.”

  As they took her hands and led her back into the bedroom, she realized they’d done every naughty thing they’d talked about downstairs.

  “What might the next event in our little rodeo be?” she asked when they got to the bed.

  Beau’s eyes were like melted chocolate. “I was hoping you wouldn't mind letting me have a little taste of that blowjob you gave Sawyer.”

  That was exactly what she'd been thinking. After two world-class orgasms, it was well past time to show her two cowboys a little attention.

  She looked from Beau to Sawyer. She really wanted to get him off, too. “How about I do both of you that way?”

  Sawyer shook his head. “I think I'll just relax for a few and watch you take care of Beau, if you don't mind.”

  Daisy wanted to argue, but didn’t. These two seemed bound and determined to last the rest of the night.

  She turned back to Beau, ready to drop to her knees in front of him, but he had other ideas.

  “Lie down on the bed on your stomach.” Beau grinned. “That way, I can see that beautiful red ass of yours as you lick me.”

  Daisy laughed. That made complete sense considering he was obsessed with her ass. She went up on tiptoe to give him a kiss, then quickly obeyed. The bed was high enough that her belly-down position put her mouth just about at crotch level as Beau stood there with his hard-on in hand.

  She raised herself up on her elbows, resting her chin in the palm of one hand and motioning him forward with the other. “Okay, then cowboy. Let's get a look at what we have to work with here.”

  As Beau stepped forward, Sawyer climbed onto the other side of the bed and sat back against the headboard. She couldn't believe he could sit there and watch her suck off Beau, especially since his own cock looked as hard as on old fence post.

  Oh, well.

  Sighing, she turned back to find Beau's equally hard cock about two inches from her face. She had to pull her head back a bit to get a good look at him. Either that or go crossed-eyed.

  She wrapped her free hand around the thickest part of the shaft and hefted it up and down a few times. Oh yeah, Beau was thicker than Sawyer by quite a bit, though maybe not as long. He definitely looked just as delectable, though. As she watched, a little clear pearl of precum bubbled up from his depths to cling to the head.

  Resisting the urge to reach out her tongue and lap it right up, she turned her attention to the big, lightly-furred balls hanging just below his shaft. Clearly this called for two hands. She took the one out from under her chin and reached down to cup those dangling baby. They were warm and heavy in her hand—real heavy.

  “If you're done inspecting the beef, maybe you could get on with the taste-testing?” Beau prompted.

  “Don't rush the experience, cowboy.”

  She couldn’t resist using Beau's line against him. But to please him, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the very tip top of that beautiful, cock.

  “Mmmm.” He tasted delicious.

  Wanting more, she captured the head in her mouth, sucking gently while milking his shaft with one hand and carefully palming his balls with the other. She was immediately rewarded with another burst of s
weet pre-cum. He didn't just taste delicious—he tasted unreal. She couldn't imagine what it would be like when he came.

  Daisy swore right then that there was no way in hell she was going to let him get away without coming in her mouth.

  She wiggled closer to the edge of the bed and tugged his cock, silently letting him know she wanted more. Since he was thicker than Sawyer, she wasn't going to be able to take him as deep, but she wasn't going to let that keep her from giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had in his life.

  She was going to need plenty of hand action to take care of the part of his erection her mouth wouldn't be able to get to, though. Fortunately, multi-tasking was her oral specialty. She took him as deep as she could manage, then bobbed her mouth up and down while mimicking the motion with her hand around the base of his cock. She twisted her hand as she jerked him off, moving her mouth in the opposite direction. Then, just so they wouldn't get lonely, she began to lovingly juggle his twins with the pads of her fingertips. Nothing too rough, just rolling them from finger to finger like a magician's treat.

  “Damn, Sawyer,” Beau rasped. “You weren't kidding. She’s amazing.”

  “I told you. You better cowboy up, or she's going to have you blowing it before we get serious about this.”

  Daisy didn't know what that last part meant, but Beau took Sawyer at his word. He threaded his fingers in her hair and pulled her back to a slow trot.

  “There you go, cowgirl. Let's take our time and enjoy this ride.”

  She backed off, intending to let Beau know a blowjob did not equal a "ride" in her book, but just as she was about to speak, she felt the bed shift under her. She turned to see what Sawyer was up to and realized he wasn't leaning against the headboard anymore. Instead, he was across the room, playing with Beau's pile of tack.

  “What're you up to over there?” she asked.

  He didn't stop what he was doing, or even turn to look at her. “Just getting something we need for the next event.”

  Okay, that piqued her curiosity. And while she felt bad about ignoring Beau when she’d promised him an out-of-this-world blowjob just a minute ago, she couldn’t drag her gaze away from Sawyer. When he turned around, her eyes went wide.

  He was holding a surcingle strap. Bareback riders used the two-inch-wide band of leather when they rode in competitions, to give them something to hold onto. In the old days, bronc busters would just grab a hold of a horse's mane and hold on for dear life. These days, they used the surcingle. It wasn't much more than a big belt that went around a horse’s chest, with a tiny loop at the top where a rider would slip a single hand.

  Last time she checked they didn’t allow horses into the hotel. So, what the hell did Sawyer plan to do with it?

  “What's that for?” she asked.

  “This—“ He grinned wickedly at her as adjusted the straps. “—is for riding you.”

  Chapter Six

  Daisy laughed. “I've been known to buck a little bit, but that thing is never going to fit me. I'm not as big as a horse, thank God.”

  He returned her laugh with a deep chuckle. “Beau had this one made special. It adjusts down as small as he likes—even small enough for you. If you're so inclined, I mean.”

  “Seriously?”

  He arched a brow. “You telling me a rodeo cowgirl such as yourself doesn't like a good, hard ride? That you're scared of a little piece of leather?”

  Well, that was a challenge if she’d ever heard one. Above her, Beau’s mouth quirked in amusement.

  Daisy chewed on her lower lip as Sawyer made the leather contraption smaller. She could visualize how the leather belt would cinch around her waist, creating a handle for him to grip while he took her from behind. It wasn't hard to imagine what kind of fucking she'd get with a belt like that on.

  She scrambled up onto her knees and elbows before she could change her mind.

  “Okay, I'll give your little toy a go as long as you promise I won't be getting one of those eight second rides all you rodeo boys are famous for.”

  Beau laughed.

  Sawyer let out a snort of derision. “Don't you worry about that, Daisy. This ride is going to last a lot longer than eight seconds, I promise you that.”

  “And if he doesn't live up to your standards,” Beau said, “let me know and I'll step in for him.”

  Sawyer snorted again, louder this time. “Please. You'll have enough problems lasting more than eight seconds in Daisy's mouth once she goes down on you.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Beau said.

  Sawyer was all business as he climbed on the bed and strapped her into the modified surcingle with sure, confident moves. Clearly, he'd used it before. Not that she was bothered. She wasn't naive enough to think cowboys as hot as these two were lying around their rooms every night watching SportsCenter. But while they might have been with other cowgirls before, they were with her now—and after her, they'd never want to play with another woman on the circuit, she'd see to that.

  Daisy leaned back and wiggled a little to get the leather harness arrangement settled into a comfortable position. She had to admit, when he cinched up the last buckle, pulling the belt tight against her waistline and stomach, she felt a delicious tremor ripple through her body. She'd been cinching saddles on horses for most of her life, but this was the first time anyone had ever cinched her into something—and it felt good. Who knew she’d get so seriously turned on by the sensation of being strapped into Beau's sex harness?

  Sawyer gave the loop on top of the harness a good yank. The force of the movement was immediately transferred through the straps to her hips and she rocked back and forth. Oh yeah, this was going to be good.

  Behind her, Sawyer climbed off the bed and walked into the bathroom. She heard him digging through a suitcase or something—hopefully for a condom.

  She took the momentary pause to turn and give Beau's cock a little more oral attention. Not that he’d waned in the slightest. Still, no need to waste time. She flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth over the tip, licking up more of his delectable pre-cum. Heck, if she could make a bar drink that tasted like him, she'd be rich. Not that she'd ever let another woman have any of it, of course.

  “Damn Daisy, your tongue is heavenly,” Beau breathed.

  She decided then and there that Beau was definitely good for her self-image. She tilted her head to look up at him as she kept licking his cockhead. “And I'm just starting, baby.”

  Giving him a wink, she wrapped her lips around him and swallowed him deep. His width made it tough for her to get him to the back of her throat, but she was motivated to impress him. So, she breathed through her nose and pushed a bit harder, using one hand behind his ass to urge him in even more.

  He maybe made it another inch. Not an honest-to-goodness deep throat by any means, but apparently more than enough to make him happy.

  “Fuuuuck,” he growled.

  “Shit, Beau,” Sawyer's voice came from the bathroom. “You going to pop your cork already?”

  Certainly not wanting to make Beau come this soon—though she really didn't think he was that close—Daisy pulled him out of her mouth with a slightly audible slurp.

  She turned to look at Sawyer as he came out of the bathroom, rolling a condom down his shaft. Thank God someone had thought to bring them. She was a firm believer in the no-glove-no-love rule.

  “Not yet, partner,” Beau said as Sawyer climbed. “But that reaction was purely involuntary. She's beyond talented.”

  Beau caressed her cheek with his hand. Daisy cooed and pressed a kiss to his palm. She never thought being touched like that could be so emotional, but it was.

  Behind her, Sawyer's hands closed over her hips. She turned to look over her shoulder at him. “You going to give me a hard ride, babe?”

  His eyes glinted like sapphires. “You want it hard?”

  After two orgasms already, she should be looking forward to a nice, relaxed boffing. But now that she had the leather strap aro
und her waist, she realized she was looking for something completely different. She wanted to be seriously fucked.

  “Mm-hmm. You’d better give it to me good, unless you want me to get my boots on and show you how a real cowgirl uses her spurs.”

  Sawyer grinned. “Yes, ma'am.”

  Preparing for a seriously hard banging, Daisy spread her thighs and slunk down lower on the bed until her nipples grazed the sheets. Then she gripped the edge with both hands. She felt Sawyer shift behind her and knew he was lining up his condom-wrapped shaft with her pussy.

  In front of her, Beau spread his legs so that his cock was again perfectly lined up with her lips. She obediently opened her mouth and Beau slid right in. He wrapped one hand in the hair on the back of her head and cupped her chin with the other. It should have felt confining, but it didn’t. In fact, Beau's hands were the most comforting thing she’d felt in a long time.

  Beau didn't take advantage of the dominant position she’d granted him. Instead, he thrust his cock slowly into her mouth, giving her just enough. She wanted more, but she waited, knowing she would get it as Beau got more excited.

  Daisy was so engaged in the blowjob she was giving Beau she almost forgot Sawyer—until she felt the tip of his cock sliding up and down her wet folds. She moaned around Beau’s cock and wiggled back against Sawyer, eager to let him know he didn't have to tease her any more. She was more than ready.

  She knew the moment he slipped his hand into the loop of the surcingle harness because she wasn't able to wiggle freely anymore. Sawyer used it to hold her steady as he slowly slid in his cock.

  Her moans grew louder as his cock slid in inch by excruciating inch. It was murder not being able to thrust back onto him. But he wouldn't let her.

  Sawyer was halfway in when he abruptly abandoned his slow approach and yanked her down hard on the rest of his cock using his leather handle. The strap around her waist bit into her skin in the most delicious way as his cock buried itself to her core. The slight upward curve of his cock had him touching her in places that had rarely been touched in this position.